Yesterday morn I was at the beach condo working on
a project when the cell phone rang.
I let it go a couple times – as I was totally focused on the
job before me – but when it buzzed a third time I thought,
“Well, better see who this is.”
I took the call. It was my wife calling to tell me about the
alligator in front of our door.
“What should I do,” she asked.
“Uh, well, how big is it.”
“He’s just a small one. Just a baby.”
“Okay, then call animal rescue or gator rescue or whatever
it is – and keep the baby inside.”
An hour later the gator was nowhere in sight, so Zhannie went
outside to scope the territory. She spotted the gator hiding in the
bushes. Luckily our neighbor was outside. Zhannie told him what
was going on and he lured the gator out of the bushes, then chased
him back into the pond.
Last night I thanked our neighbor for his help. Then he said, “I wish he
was a lot bigger – then I’d have a better story to tell.”
Very true, I thought – then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to be telling
The good thing about our neighbor is he works out all the time. He does
Hindu Pushups, squats and bridging. He walks, swims and rides his bicycle.
At 45 he’s in decent shape.
Then we have a few other neighbors who could stand to drop about 178
pounds of excess blubber. If they had to chase the baby gator – they’d
This is yet another reason in Fure-cat’s bag – telling you “why” you need
to keep fit, why you need to train – and why you need to do it NOW. Afterall,
you never know who might be lurking in front of your door.
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Kick butt – take names,
P.S. I opened the gates for my October 2006 seminar yesterday. This one
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